it's over

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The Pitter-patter of multiple feet echoed through her head as she scrunched further and further into herself, cradling her pounding skull. She rocked herself to ease the immense ache, she hadn't even tried to shift, just steadied her body in one place.

There was an instant shuffle as the feet gathered.

There was a slight tug on her hands, creating a pushing and pulling as the fingers around her wrists pulled against her push, she didn't want to let go of her head until the pain stopped first.

"Please, I just wanna see."

But the sheering pain began to pulsate through her skin, making her eardrums quake, she couldn't even take notice of any sound coming through.

Eventually, the feet stopped and she had unballed and her arms were down by her sides she was looking forward with her head gently cradled in another's palms as she jostled from side to side, her head examined thoroughly.

The indistinct questioning to the last pair of feet still in close distance to the pair,

"Why, man? Why didn't you just go when we said to when I said to? Why would you do this?"

The questions went unanswered because there wasn't an answer that would suffice.

But the gentle giant crouched before her couldn't miss the subtle answer that floated from the inamorato down to the pair's level,

"I'm sorry."

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